Waiting for a train one day, the faint sound of an Irish flute started to waft into the platforms. With the usual hiss and grind of trains coming and going, this music couldn't have been more out of place. I eventually found the source. It was this man (drawn here from memory) hiding behind a pillar. Who would have thought a little bit of magic could creep into such a mundane daily routine? Thanks mr. flute player :)
haa i like this. love his expression!
ReplyDeletethanks enigma, im glad you like it :)
ReplyDeletewonderful pose
ReplyDeleteHi Mattias, thanks for stopping by! I'm a HUGE fan of your work!
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